The all encompassing barrenness from the purpose the womb was meant to give?
The tears spring with a dew like repetition each time the name rises and the intensity of the inability to forget is no longer surprising
And on days of gray skies when God cries through rain storms, I am reminded of a one sided decision. To make retribution for the depravity of this one act, I would make a pact to lash myself with hyssop
to give all of myself away
piece by piece
limb by limb
till like my child
I am no more
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